Happy Birthday: James Whitmore (1921–2009)

I have no regrets, real regrets about any darn thing . . . I think second-guessing one’s self and your life is the most futile thing in the world.

I certainly wasn’t the idol of millions. I just happened to get good parts. And so I wasn’t worried . . . because I could see these character parts stretching on into the, you know, dim days of the future.